Sounds great!

I typed the words “Sound’s great!” into the keyboard. I quickly opened my calendar app and looked at what time I finished.

4! That’s like 7 hours of pure work! 7 hours until I finally get to see him again.

I opened my messages again.

To: John Doe

Sounds great! I don’t finish until 4 today :( Where should we meet?

I pulled myself out of bed and threw on an old t-shirt and some leggings. It was what I wore all of last year, I didn’t even think twice about it until I looked at myself in the mirror.

Is this really what I want John to see? I don’t want to look trampy!

I threw open my wardrobe and started shuffling through my clothes. I eventually settled on a cute white top and some skinny jeans.

Casual but stylish. Perfect.

I grabbed a hair brush off my desk and started to untangle my hair. I normally just wore it up but today, it felt right to have it down.

I grabbed my notepad, a pen and my laptop and shoved it into my bag along with my purse. Running downstairs, I grabbed a breakfast bar and an apple to eat on my way to my first lecture.

Today was excruciatingly boring. I couldn’t help but watch the clock and doodle John and my initials in the corner of my lecture notes. I even almost signed a form with Mrs Ella Doe.

Just after noon, I got another text from John

From: John Doe

4 is fine! I was thinking of just grabbing a coffee at the SU and then maybe heading back to mine after for a movie or something?

Did he really mean movie? Or does he just want to get me in his bedroom?

Because I kind of want to go to his bedroom…

To: John Doe

Sound’s great. I’ll meet you there just after 4. Can’t wait!

Four finally rolled around and I practically sprinted to the Student Union building. John was just arriving when I turned the corner.

“Hey! How are you doing?” I said, sweeping my hair back behind my ears.

“Good thanks. You? You look like…”. He paused, as if he caught himself from saying something.

“You look good!” he finally made out.

“Nice save.” I said, giving him a smile as walked inside and got in the queue.

We talked about our weekend, and how our first day had gone whilst we inched closer to the till.

“What are you having?” John asked once we were 3 people from the front.

“Oh, just a latte.” I replied, pulling out my purse.

“Don’t worry about the money.”

“Are you sure? You paid for my drink at the pub.”

“Don’t be silly. It’s my treat.”

I sighed as I put my purse away.

It’s the twenty first century, girls can pay too!

Oh well. He’s just being nice. And it’s not like I’m swimming in cash right now.

We finally reached the front and John ordered us 2 lattes. We grabbed our coffee and walked over to a table. John pulled my chair out for me and we sat down. Our conversation ranged from our summer holiday to our courses to how messy our house mates are.

John is just so easy to talk to. I feel like he is the first person who genuinely wants to hear my opinion on things.

We eventually finished our coffees and started making our way to his house. Once we got through the front door, John led me through the living room into the kitchen. One of his house mates smiled and waved as we came through but left pretty soon after.

“Do you want a drink of anything? Tea, coffee, squash, coke? I’ve got some ciders somewhere if you want one?” John asked.

“Oh, a glass of water would be perfect thanks”

John pulled two glasses out of the cupboard and filled one up from the tap before handing it to me. Then he grabbed a can of Pepsi from the fridge and emptied it into the other glass.

We moved over to the living room and sat down on the sofa opposite the television. Another one of John’s house mates came in and sat on the chair next to us. This one had brown hair and glasses, and introduced himself as Steven. He wasn’t particularly attractive but he seemed nice enough. He stayed and talked about uni for a bit and then left me and John alone on the sofa.

Finally, some alone time! I could do with a snuggle.

I shuffled up to John and rested my head on is shoulder. He wrapped his left arm around my head.

“Fancy a movie?” He asked.

“Sure” I responded.

We locked eyes. He leant forward to grab the remote, but I leaned in for a kiss. Our mouths collided awkwardly, as we both tried to read the situation. Finally John moved back slightly, and then pressed his lips against mine again.

We held it for a couple of seconds before he moved his right arm across me, wrapping me into an embrace. I moved my arms around his neck and laid back while he moved up onto his knees, leaning over me as our tongues connected.

I could feel a familiar hunger bubbling up within me. A desire to just rip off all our clothes and grind our bodies together. But we couldn’t. Not with his house mates around anyway.

Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him more than ever before. I pulled my arms back and started undoing his shirt buttons before he broke the kiss.

“Let’s take this upstairs, where we can’t be interrupted” he said with a smile.

He took my hand and we ran up the stairs into a bed room. John locked the door behind us and grabbed me again, pulling me in for another kiss. I eventually got through his buttons, and he slipped off the shirt. He then grabbed the bottom of my top and pulled it over my head, breaking the kiss for only a moment. He fumbled with my bra strap as I kicked off my shoes. I had to move a hand around and show his to the release.

The bra came free, revealing my tits and breaking the kiss for good this time. John took a step back and stared. I looked down at my breasts, unsure of whether to feel ashamed or proud of them. I looked back up at his face, and then down at his naked torso.

He was slim but not very well toned. A little bit of hair grew in the centre of his chest. I looked back at his face.

“Wow. They are… You are… just stunning”

Whether it be by luck or experience, John knew just how to turn me on. I leant in for another kiss, but instead he picked me off my feet and laid me on his bed. He then leant over me, but not for a kiss this time.

“Can I touch them?”

“God yes!”

He planted his lips on mine while his hands both grabbed a breast. He slowly made a line of kisses down my neck towards my left boob while massaging each one. As soon as he reached it, he wasted no time and immediately started sucking on the nipple. I bucked my hips forward, cautious not to make too much sound as to alert his house mates.

After a few seconds, he swapped breast and I let out a soft moan. I never knew I could feel this good while still wearing my jeans. Eventually he started moving further down my body, to my stomach where he stopped, and lifted my bum off the bed. He undid my front button and pulled my jeans off, revealing my soaking wet underwear. He pulled off each of my socks, and then slowly tugged my knickers down my legs and off my feet.

Should I have shaved? Does he even care?

If he did, he didn’t show it.

He started flicking my cliterous, each time making me moan again. Soon, he started moving a finger down into my folds, finding their way to my entrance. I held my breath as I slowly inserted a finger, pushing it all the way down to his first joint, where my hymen is. He then slowly started pulling it back out, all while licking my clit.

I bit my lip as hard as I could, I could tell it would be bleeding by the time we were done. John continued to pump a finger into me, eventually increasing it to two when he had warmed me up. Every time he entered, I let off a soft whimper. I just couldn’t help myself.

I could feel myself getting closer as he moved his tongue down between my pussy lips. He pulled his hand out and started moving his fingers over my clit. My legs tightened around his head as my hips bucked and I came, this time letting go of my lip and giving out a huge moan. I didn’t care anymore who heard, I wanted the world to know the pleasure I was feeling right now.

Eventually I relaxed my legs and freed his head. He had gone bright red but he was smiling as he laid down next to me.

“That… that was … just… incredible.” I managed to make out between breaths.

“Beginners luck I guess”

I rolled over to face him.

“No way was that your first time? How did you know what to do? What felt so good?”

“I just winged it. If it was pink I licked it” he said with a laugh.

I laid my head back again and caught my breath. I then sat up and smiled at him.

“Your turn now”

He grinned at me as I helped him with his belt. I pulled down his jeans, and I could already see the outline of his hard cock through his boxers. As I pulled down the elastic strap, it popped out, precum oozing from the tip. It wasn’t quite as big as my dream but still probably around 6 inches. I kneeled between his legs and wrapped a hand around the base. I slowly started to move my hand up and down his shaft. But it felt rough and my clammy hands were rubbing against the skin. I looked up and I couldn’t see the sheer joy that I was experiencing minutes before. I tried rubbing the precum over but there was only enough to cover the tip.

“I.. I’m sorry. I really don’t know what I’m doing.” I said. I felt like a failure. How could he be so good, yet I can’t figure how to wank a guy off?

“Maybe try spitting on it?” John suggested.

I collected the saliva in my mouth and pushed it out onto the head of his penis. I then spread it around with my hand.

“Ahh, that’s much better” he said, rolling his head back.

“What if I tried, sucking on it?”

“If you want to. No pressure though.”

“No no, I want to.”

I moved my mouth forward and wrapped my lips around the tip. I heard John gasp as my tongue licked around the bottom of the head. I slowly moved his dick further and further, trying move my tongue around as much as I could.

“Ah, ah, teeth!” He said as I accidently moved my head too far to the side. I tried to apologise but its hard to talk with something so hard in your mouth.

I started to move back up his shaft to take a breath and swallow the sticky precum filling my mouth when I saw his hands move towards his head. I immediately started to panic, memories of last night flooded my head, as I breathed in some cummy saliva. But instead of going to the back of my head, he moved the hair out of my face, and then pulled me off his dick while I coughed and spluttered. Strands of precum flew all over his chest.

“You’re not supposed to breath it in!” he said while rubbing my back.

“Sorry, just went down the wrong hole.”

“It’s cool, are you ok? You can stop there if you want.”

I looked down at his dick, it was twitching with anticipation. I looked back at his face. I knew he wouldn’t hold it against me but I wanted to finish him. He deserved an orgasm as good as mine.

I shook my head and put him back in my mouth. He tasted a lot better than in my dream. Salty but nice. I moved my head up and down his length, getting deeper each time until it hit the back of my throat. But this time I held it there as long as I could.

“Ahh, Oh my god that’s amazing”

I made it to about five seconds before I pulled back, spitting all his precum back onto his dick. I sucked it all up and continued bobbing up and down while he pulled the hair out of my mouth again. I could feel him starting to tense up.

“Oh shit, oh shit, I’m going to come.” He said, breathing hard. I pulled back, so my lips just covered the head of his penis, my hand started stroking the lower half of his member.

“Oh fuck” He let out as I felt a warm liquid enter my mouth. It just kept coming as I stroked him, milking every last drop out. It tasted incredible, and I wanted to swallow it all, but there was too much and it started dribbling down my chin.

I managed to swallow everything that was in my mouth, and John scooped up what spilled out onto his finger which I licked off him. We both collapsed in the bed together, our naked bodies entwined in a perfect afterglow.

We laid there for minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence before John finally spoke.

“You’re perfect. You know that?”

“I’m really not. That hand job was a mess.”

“It wasn’t that bad. And the blow job more than made up for it.”

“You were amazing too. I just tried to make you feel as good as you made me.”

“You succeeded with that”

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Sure, whats up?"

"Are you really a virgin? Have you done anything with a girl?"

"Nope, your the first. You?"

"I've never even dated."

"I have no idea why. Your stunning!"

We laid there for a couple more minutes, as I snuggled into him.

“I hope this moment never ends” I said with a sigh

“Stay the night. It will at least last a little longer”